Chapter 8
Eight
Jason
“I told you, I don’t know where she is!” I screamed as I felt the sting across my cheek as the bone shattered from the fist that slammed into it.
“Well then, you’d better find her and quick. You made a deal, and my boss isn’t very patient with waiting for his payment.”
Heavy footsteps walked in front of me as I sat bound to a chair in the garage. My hands were tied to the wooden armrests, along with my ankles, which were pinned to the side of the chair legs.
“How do you expect me to find her? It’s not like she told me she was leaving. I just came home, and she was gone.”
“Track her.”
“How?”
There was a heavy sigh as he stood in front of me and looked at me like I was stupid. My cell phone laid on the floor beside me after it fell when I tried to fight him off when I walked into the garage and was attacked.
“What’s the code?” he asked, his voice indicating that he was bored and had better things to do.
“I’m not giving you the fucking code,” I spat out seconds before he clocked me from the other side of where he had hit me a few minutes ago. My head spun to the right as bells rang through it.
“Give me the fucking code,” he growled.
I ground my jaw, frustration mounting as I thought about my options. I could either give him the code and risk him finding Charlie somehow on his own, or I could take whatever torture he decided to inflict upon me until he got what he wanted. Between Charlie and me, I deserved this—she didn’t.
“Fuck. You.”
“You know what I liked the most when I met Charlie?” he asked, kneeling in front of me as he held my phone in his hand.
“The way her tits were so full that I could easily slide my dick between them and come right on her face. Mark her as my little slut and fuck that pussy the way you never bothered to.”
My blood boiled as I listened to him talk about her, knowing there was nothing I could do.
A black eye patch covered his eye, and part of me hoped that it was because of Charlie.
I knew he had come after her because he wouldn’t stop talking about it, but he had yet to tell the story of what happened to his eye or how he got the bruise on his cheek.
“When I find her, the first thing I’m going to do is fuck her. I’ll get what is owed to me and then take what you owe my boss. But rest assured that even if you both somehow survive this, her pussy will be ruined from the things I’m going to do to it. That little bitch will pay for what she did.”
“You touch her and I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Kill me? I don’t think so.
You’re lucky you’re still alive at this point.
If it were me, I would have put a bullet in your brain and been done with it.
But my boss is a different kind of man. One who knows how much a newborn goes for.
Not only that, your wife is quite a looker.
I’m sure he could find plenty of people interested in her for the right price. ”
My stomach soured as I thought about the pure hell they would put Charlie through because of me.
“Now tell me, what is the fucking code?” he demanded as he stood up and stabbed an ice pick into my thigh, pinning me to the chair as I screamed out in pain.